The Client On The Sixth Floor Part II
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While this is a follow up to parts I through V, you should be able to read this as it stands, (although of course, the first parts will enhance your reading pleasure!)
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Mattie switched off the shower and stepped out into the ornate bathroom in one of the ritziest suites that New York had to offer. Beads of warm water ran down her soft, glowing, wet skin and the sun shone brightly through the window, illuminating her naked body. She lifted the thick ivory coloured towel to her face and patted it dry. Her body smelled divine as she pulled the towel around herself and then fashioned it, turban-style, around her dripping long red hair. She wiped away some condensation from the large mirror over the sink, looked at her reflection, and rubbed the faintest smudge of mascara from under an eye with a finger.
She picked up her toothbrush and began to brush her teeth, humming a tune as she did. Although her muscles were aching, especially her thighs, she felt happy, fucking ecstatic in fact and it was true to say that she didn’t think that she had felt quite this good in a very long time and the direct cause of this emotional high was lying sleeping in the grand bed in the next room. Simon.
She’d been working as an escort for five, maybe six years now and even prior to that, she was hardly what you’d describe as a blushing virgin, suffice to say she had rather a lot of experience under her belt, most of it really was just under her belt, ha! But she could honestly say that she’d never had such a satisfying lover. She had never felt quite so in tune with anyone. As she swayed and hummed and brushed her teeth, she let her mind wander back to some of the partners she’d had over the years, not through her work, but in her personal life, in the real world.
She had lost her virginity just before her seventeenth birthday, to her first proper boyfriend, Rab, and although the sex had been somewhat awkward and clumsy to begin with, they had over the next eight months or so become rather good at pleasuring each other, although, he wasn’t a fan of going down on her, which annoyed her. His cock had been quite small and it leaned to the left, which she had found cute. Of course he was her first love, well her first love-maker and as such she knew no better, plus her small tight, virgin pussy meant that he felt massive. It also made it easier for her to practice one of her new favourite pastimes… Oral. God, she had spent hours worshipping his penis and she’d gotten good at it, really good…
“ He was like my training prick, ” she laughed and had to wipe flecks of toothpaste from the mirror.
As she rinsed the minty foam from her mouth and gargled, her mind wandered to subsequent boyfriends. There was Jeff, now he did have a massive penis and he had known what to do with it. She wiped her mouth and leaned closer to the mirror to inspect her teeth, smiling as she remembered how Jeff had laughed at her expression when she’d first slid a hand inside his jeans and felt his huge erection. Her mouth had been a perfect ‘O’ and she had said to him that there was no fucking way that thing was going to fit inside her. It had of course and what a fucking he had given her, she had almost limped for a week after. It was a pity he had really turned out to be such a massive prick, as they had been very compatible in the bedroom, but had fought like cat and dog everywhere else and had inevitably gone their separate ways.
Mattie was mostly dry as she dropped her towel to the ground and gave herself a cursory brush with a smaller one. She rubbed moisturiser onto her legs, arms and face. She smoothed her fingers over her plump pussy lips, feeling the light stubble where her Brazilian wax was starting to grow back in. She shook her head ruefully and made a mental note to listen to her inner voice when it told her that something was not a great idea. She couldn’t believe that Simon had giggled at her freshly waxed pussy! “Cheeky bugger,” she grinned, shaking her head.
She remembered the first time she’d started to pay attention to her bush, that had been when she had been seeing Mitch. He had been a few years older than her and liked everything to be ‘just so’. He had encouraged her to wax her bikini line and trim her pubic hair into a neat triangle. She’d pretty much kept it that way ever since. She remembered the one time she’d let him shave her completely bare. Man, that had been fun, but she found that although it made a nice change and was saucy to begin with, she preferred it rather fuller, it made her feel more womanly and less like an anonymous plastic porn doll. Her affair with Mitch had been fun until she discovered that he was seeing one of her friends and she had unceremoniously dumped him and her friend.
Mattie left the bathroom, quietly so as not to wake SImon, who was snoring softly under the covers. Standing watching him sleep, thoughts of all other men left her mind. A smile spread across her face as she made up her mind to go out and buy something really stunning to wear for their meal tonight. He looked like he would sleep for a while yet and she figured she could be back before he woke. She picked out a dress and pulled on her underwear then wrote him a short note to tell him where she’d gone which she left on the pillow beside him as she leaned in and kissed his forehead.
“See you later, lover,” she whispered before slipping silently from the suite.
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Simon stirred and stretched his arms, hands patting the sheets, fingertips reaching for Mattie’s warm body. He reached and touched but found only Egyptian cotton. He frowned as he opened his eyes, puzzled and looked around the suite but there was no sign of her. He frowned again, sat up and then swung his legs over the side of the bed then he yawned, stretched and absently-mindedly scratched his testicles, noticing that his penis was semi-erect and feeling a bit battered and bruised. He smiled as he remembered why and how much he was enjoying this trip with her. The first of many, he hoped
“Mattie darling?” He called out. “Where is she? She must be in the bathroom. I bet she’s taking a shower. I think I’ll join her,” he grinned to himself as he rubbed his swelling cock, which seemed also to be remembering how much it enjoyed being inside her.
He got up and ambled towards the bathroom, wondering what time it was and how long he’d been asleep before pausing for a moment, listening for the sound of running water. Nothing.
Quietly, for he didn’t want to embarrass her, he knocked on the door. “Mattie, sweetheart? Are you in there?”
Nothing.
“Maybe she’s fallen asleep in the bath?” He mused, confused, as he pushed open the door.
He saw damp, discarded towels on the floor and condensation on the glass door of the shower but no sign of Mattie. As he stood and took a piss, annoyed that he had to lean close to the bowl because his semi erect penis had no wish to cooperate with his need to urinate, he also noticed that there were toothpaste smears in the sink. “Where the fuck is she?”
He went back into the bedroom of the suite, “Mattie?” he called out more loudly, noticing the lipstick-stained coffee mug. There was nowhere else she could be. He sighed and switched on the kettle, it was still warm. While he waited for it to boil, he looked around the room for any sign of a note from Mattie, he didn’t see anything. The kettle clicked and he ripped a sachet of coffee, some sugar and poured in the water. There were no little milk cartons, dammit! He turned around to see if there might be some milk in the fridge and tripped over Mattie’s small case which immediately began to buzz and vibrate. He jumped, leaned down and rummaged through the few clothes in her case until he found the vibrator which had gotten her into so much trouble at Glasgow Airport. He switched it off and picked up her cast off panties. He lifted them to his nose and sniffed deeply. God she smelled good and what had been a semi quickly engorged as he inhaled her scent.
He found some milk in the fridge, poured it into his coffee mug and then set it beside the bed, keenly aware that he was going to have to do something about this raging erection between his legs. He sat on the edge of the bed and sighed, “Where the fuck IS she?”
He needed her, by god he needed to fill her, smell her, hear her and completely possess her as he made love to her. To feel her soft lips against his, her pussy clenching as he thrust into her and to feel her body stiffen under him as he came inside her. There was still no sign of her, so he lifted Mattie’s knickers to his face and lay back on the bed, stroking his turgid cock. He sucked the still damp gusset into his mouth as he began to pull his foreskin back and forth, feeling his shaft stiffen further still in his tightening grip. He closed his eyes and visualised her hot skin against his as he stroked his thick member, closer, closer until he came in two arcing jets of semen. He lay still for a moment, just coming down from his orgasm until the moisture on his belly began to cool. He took her used underwear and wiped the semen from his chest and belly and then threw the soiled panties towards Mattie’s case.
“Where are you Mattie?” He sighed to the empty room.
He rolled over and dialled 0 on the hotel phone.
“Reception, how may I help you?” The bright female voice chirped.
“Hello, it’s Simon White, Parkview Suite. Can you tell me, are there any messages for me?” He inquired, sure that Mattie would have left something for him.
“Parkview Suite? Let me check for you, sir, please hold,” she was the very epitome of efficiency.
Simon tapped his fingers impatiently on the nightstand.
Her voice rang in his ear again, “I’m sorry sir, there is nothing for you at present. Can I be of any further assistance?”
“No, that will be all thanks,” he said, dropping the phone back into the cradle.
He stood up and scratched his balls then took a pair of lounge pants from his case and pulled them on grumbling to himself, “I might as well do some work until madam deigns to return.”
He started to put away his things into drawers and closets and then glanced back at Mattie’s stuff. “I might as well hang up her dress and stuff too while I’m at it.”
He lifted her few garments from her case and hung or folded them as he put them away, in truth he was a little worried as to her whereabouts, but being a typical man, it was manifesting as annoyance, rather than concern, he’d get to that soon enough.
He pulled his macBook from its case and turned it on. He actually had quite a lot to catch up on. He joined the hotel WiFi easily, having been here before and started checking the huge backlog of emails he’d accrued even in the short time since he’d last looked. God, people just always seemed to want a chunk of his time, when all he wanted to do was pull that little Scottish girl into his arms and hold her, love her , talk to her. “Where the fuck IS she?”
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